The backrooms: Liminality

Chapter 4 - Wounds

Remi:

My hand clutches my stomach, my eyes squinting at the pain. And I look at Miles with confusion, my head spinning.
I slowly lean my head against the wall and my leg is unable to move, the blood still dripping from my wounds, painting my clothes a dark red.
I look around, seeing the familiar warehouse that we have spent the last 3 days in. "The metal went through your lung",he pauses, looking at the pool of blood on the floor. "and your heart stopped" he adds, confusion in his words. He pulls everything out of the med kit that was once in his bag, his hand also covered in blood. "This is all we have" he mutters, hands shaking as he tries to stop the bleeding. There's a ringing in my head and for a moment my body feels light, it feels as though my soul is separated from my body, and I'm no longer in control. "Hey, Remi" Miles tries to shake me back with one hand but my eyes are already closing again. I try to move my hand, but I do nothing more than move my fingertips.
Before my eyes closed I saw Hannah in the corner of my vision, she was desperately searching for something. Whatever she was trying to find it might already be too late. Darkness slowly crept over my vision, swallowing the dim light of the room. Voices still echoed, muffled like they were coming from underwater. I cant tell the difference between a gentle whisper and a loud scream.
And if I wasn't dead before, I'm dying now.
I expect to be swept up in a memory, or to see my parents again.
but it never comes.
Instead I'm lost in the darkness and coldness floods my body. It feels as though everything is fading, slipping through my grasp like sand.
I float in the void before the light slowly creeps in.

I gasp as my eyes jolt open, the darkness fades and the cold disappears, my body that was once light I now feel the weight of, and the pain crashes down on me. I find myself reaching for air as it felt as though it escaped from my body. "Hey just breathe" Hannah says while wrapping bandages around my hand, the hand that I pulled out of the crate. Blood seeps through the cloth and i try to move my hand once again, this time i can move it and I slowly clutch both of my hands.

I look down at my chest hesitantly, my t shirt ripped, and I see that the bleeding is slowly stopping. The once crimson stain has faded to a deep russet, a testament to the ordeal I barely survived. "Drink this" Miles passes me water and I grip it with my hand, I unscrew the top and start to drink.
A few minutes pass and I stare at the ceiling, the light creeping through the gaps of metal, the dust still thick in the air. Boxes of fake supplies remain in their place, water that is undrinkable and food that is inedible.  
I look down at my leg and stare at the hole that the metal made, But in a few seconds the bleeding stops and I watch as the wound closes up, as though it's pulled by invisible stitches. I watch in awe and then I meet Hannah's eyes, "what did you do?"
I hesitate as I expect blood to leak from my mouth but my words come clear. I look back down, the wounds across my body fade away, leaving nothing but unbroken skin and dried blood as though it never even happened. Hannah looks at me with confusion and then looks back at Miles who is giving her the same look. While the marks on my body disappear my head still rings, it's unbearable, a reminder of the pain I endured. The room, dimly lit and echoing with distant sounds that spark both curiosity and dread, feels suffocating.
But the pulsing in my head slowly disappears, as well as the pain in my body. I breathe before pushing my body off the floor and climbing the wall with my hands, I hear Miles rushing towards me, "I'm fine" I mutter and he pauses. "You were basically just dead" Hannah argues, her face shocked at the sight of me standing. I glance at her, my expression a mix of disbelief and relief. My body is still weak and aching but other than that I'm completely fine. "I guess I'm immortal" i look at Miles who doesn't know if he should help me or stay put. And Hannah who is worried I might fall back down at any moment.
I'm still unaware of the situation myself, I was on the brink of death and now my wounds have fully healed, the pain has disappeared and my limbs that once couldn't move now work just fine.
I look below me and blood covers the floor, a stark contrast to my now unblemished skin. I then look to the bandages that wrap around my hand and slowly pull it off my hand.
My eyes widen at the sight, "I remember pulling this out of the crate, there was blood" I mumble. I desperately look for any sign of cuts, or even a scratch, but I'm left staring at the unbroken skin of my hand. Miles and Hannah are left speechless as I find myself moving towards the scattered remains of wooden crates and metal.
I look up to the ceiling and the crack still remains, before I can look around again Hannah walks over to me and grabs me by the arm and drags me to the array of sleeping bags on the floor, "sit" she commands, and I cross my legs on the sleeping bag. "I thought we were finding a way out of here today" I reply, Miles sits beside me.
"Before you died and came back to life" I fumble over his words and smile. "Look, I don't know what happened but I'm fine now", He gives me a concerned look and my eyes flicker back to Hannah who is still trying to process what just happened. Before anyone else speaks I walk over and grab my bag from where Hannah is sitting and scramble through it, I reach into the pocket and a few seconds later I pull out a small silver knife. Miles notices, "What are you doing?" He asks, eyes wide with concern. I turn the blade over in my hand, its metallic surface glinting in the light. "Just testing something" I mumble,
I pick up the blade and flinch as I gently glide it across my palm, the blood starts slowly flowing from the cut. Miles quickly grabs the blade from my other hand, "what are you thinking" he raises his voice and the red quickly falls to the floor, I don't look away for even a second.

A few minutes later I watch as the wound slowly closes just like earlier, my eyes light up at the discovery and I watch as the last drop of blood escapes my palm before the cut finally closes, not even a scratch remains.
"Well that's weird" I say,
I still felt the pain but within a few minutes the wound started to heal.
"I'm not sure what this means, but it's definitely not normal," I add, flexing my hand as if testing out a newfound power.
Miles sighs and passes the blade back to me, I grab it and shove it back into my bag.
"Let's leave then" says Hannah, pushing what she just saw to the back of her mind, i nod and push myself off the ground. Miles follows and I use one hand to pull him up, we slowly walk towards Hannah but i pause, my hands clutch my head as the pain returns. "Shit" I mutter through gritted teeth, staggering slightly. Miles catches my arm, steadying me. The pain like a pulse in my brain, I close my eyes and wait for it to pass.
Hannah gathers the sleeping bags and equipment, and before long it passes. "Are you sure" she asks, and I nod.
"We don't have a choice" I reply, picking my bag up off the floor.
My eyes wander down the expanse of the warehouse, the length of it unnatural. As you look down the seemingly infinite horizon, you don't see the end of it.